You and Niall started to date a year ago, in 2012. Everything was going well — unbelievably well, by the way. You guys never fought, always facetimed each other, the distance because of your careers was never a problem, you understood each other well... everything someone could want in a relationship. Until it wasn't.

The distance wasn't helping. The more One Direction grew, the least you saw each other. He was always on tour or at the studio or a photoshoot or an interview. You knew it wasn't his fault, but that wasn't even long distance anymore. He barely had five minutes to sleep and, when he did, he used them to call you, to talk to you. That wasn't good for him. You realized it and started getting paranoid that you were getting in the way of his health, being bad to him without even intending to, so you decided to break up with him.

You two talked it through, you explained to him why that was, but he didn't want to break up. He said he didn't care if he didn't get one damn second of sleep, that he wasn't gonna be apart from you. Then you had an argument about it that ended with you leaving "for his own good".

Well, you kind of regret it now. You know you did what was best for him, but the pain is almost unbearable. You miss him and his scandalous laugh and his busy schedule and his everything.

And Niall? He's going insane. Everyday, it's like he wakes up to see just half of the sky. Half a man, is what he is. He tries to get you out of his head everyday, but, truly, he's lost without you. He just wants to talk to you, to make it right, to have you back.

He only didn't because he thought you had moved on. You were the one who broke up with him, after all. But then one of your friends told him you've been sleeping with his sweater and that was it. He needed to see you.

Coincidentally, the next city he was going to go to for tour was the one where you live. It's gotta be fate.

When he got there, he drove to your house and, after a few deep breaths to try to compose himself, knocked on the door.